New kind of Love
Wouldn’t it be swell, number one when My penny is thrown in the wishing well. If only there was a new kind of love, enabling adversaries, and disappointments between parties, experienced in life up to now, could now hang out together and have a black cow. Nothing like the love of old, jealousy, Pain of separation, the sting of being taken for granted, when at the beginning, it felt too good to be true. Then time and distance either in real miles, or 3 feet apart, took away all the initial smiles. The new love, forged with spiritual help, Would bring back the ability to laugh and play. When Entered in together, there would be no demands of body or mind, the time spent together. It’s friendship with a twist, your inner selves don’t slap each other on the wrist. This new love, would be the foundation for future things, if the path became clear, And you wanted to hold each other dear.
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2020
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